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Saint Etienne Album



1994
1.
Urban Clearway
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
Cool Kids Of Death
9.
Western Wind (Part 1)
10.
Tankerville
11.
Western Wind (Part 2)
12.
13.
Urban Clearway
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19.
20.
21.
22.
23.
24.
Cool Kids Of Death
25.
26.
Tankerville
27.
Boy Scouts Of America
. . .

Urban Clearway

[No lyrics]

. . .



Milan, when I was a kitten
We’d sit and sing old songs
Milan, when I was a kitten
We’d sit and sing old songs

In my head listening to windchimes
Married a fool, I know
In my head listening to windchimes
Married a fool, I know

Why on Earth didn’t I wait for you?
Now look and see who’s paying?
Why on Earth didn’t I wait for you?
Now look and see who’s paying?

Those days on Radio 1
Set in the East, who cares?
Those days on Radio 1
Set in the East, who cares?

Close all of the doors, Maisie
Make sure he knows I’m gone
Close all of the doors, Maisie
Make sure he knows I’m gone

Closed down over the ocean
Open the doors, fresh air
Closed down over the ocean
Open the doors, fresh air


. . .



Ooh, / what are you thinking of? /
Boy, / what are you dreaming of? / (anyway,) /
I run around the streets to find you, /
Shout your name, I want to hold you, / (what are you thinking of? ) /
I run around the streets to find you, /
Shout your name, I want to hold you. /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /

Ooh, / what are you thinking of? /
Boy, / you're thinking about my love. / (anyway,) /
You're walking through my dreams at night, /
Losing all my appetite, oh no, / (what are you thinking of? ) /
You're walking through my dreams at night, /
Losing all my appetite, oh no, /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /
I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / baby, we're alright (alright, alright.) /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /
I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / baby, we're alright (alright, alright.)

Duppa duppa da, / duppa duppa da, /
Dup da, / dup da, /
[whistling] /
Dup da, / dup da...


. . .



He's gone, he's gone.


She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband.
Her pretty face is stained with tears.
And in her right hand she clasps a letter;
I know this means that he has gone.


And in this town of mis-guided tourists,
she never thought she'd fall in love.
It was a few days after her birthday,
The thrill hostess gave her first kiss.


He said her skin smelled just like petals,
said stupid things he knew she'd like.
She said her life was like a motorway:
Dull, grey, and long 'til he came along.


He's gone, he's gone.


I said "How could he ever leave you?
You two were good, you were so right."
She said "I wish that he just left me;
He'd be alive, alive tonight."


He's gone, he's gone.
He's gone, he's gone.
He's gone, he's gone.


. . .


[This song has vocals, but not many real lyrics as such. A couple of phrases are distinguishable.]


Floating higher, / floating, floating, floating...

. . .



I'll meet you past the great divide, yeah
Setting sail cross darkened dawn
Everybody wants something
And I want it all

Stars are calling
Goodnight, darling
Don't say goodbye
Stars are calling
Take the slow train
Don't say goodbye

Marble lions at the gates of Eden
Screaming songs to lull the rage
Let's raise a flag that has no colours
Release the Sun into the empty cathedral

Don’t say goodbye, darling
Don’t say goodbye


. . .



Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

All of his friends have been wondering /
Why he spent so long with her; /
He's so dark and moody, /
She is his sunshine girl. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

In the bed where they make love /
She's in a film on the sheets. /
He shows dreams like a movie, /
She's the softness of cinema seats. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

He sees all of the girls /
Like demi moore as she sighs. /
Dreams come true as he holds her, /
`til the x's come up in her eyes. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

Like roses grow in a churchyard, /
Her skin as white as the milk, /
Just like a sherpa tensing /
Under a manilla silk. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala...


. . .

Cool Kids Of Death

[No lyrics]

. . .



Western wind, when will thou blow?
That the snow rain down nay rain
Oh, that my love were in my arms
And lie in my bed again


. . .

Tankerville

[No lyrics]

. . .



Western wind, when will thou blow?
That the snow rain down nay rain
Oh, that my love were in my arms
And lie in my bed again


. . .



Like a birthday card
From the previous year
The weather in Chayco
Is sparkling and clear
The girl lies in bed
The boy sits in the yard
He wants to talk sleep
But he has to keep guard

She stirs from her sleep
And she calls for a beer
He knows there are none
And pretends not to hear
She hears his breath
Like she’s heard it before
She cuddles her sheets
As he slips out the door

Gone and derailed
The Lonestar train
That could take her away
From sadness and pain
He acts like a saint
But the strain really shows
The boy scouts of America
Taught him all that he knows


. . .

Urban Clearway

[No lyrics]

. . .



Hes on the phone, and she wants to go home;
Shoes in hand, dont make a sound, its time to go.

(ooh-ooh)
Someday (someday), someday.

Hes on the phone, doesnt want to go home.
The hotel life - forget your wife, youre on your own.
Academia girl;
Her lifes a gas, she loves the trash inside his world.
Cant find his way there,
Got the cash, feeling flash in leicester square.

(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday.)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday.

Its five to twelve and shes nervous as hell,
With nothing to lose, its hard to choose its hard to tell.
[the remix has this additional couplet:
And hers is lilac and gold;
The things she has, shes feeling sad, shes feeling old.]
Skin is dewdrop and warm;
The lipstick kiss, reminisce, awake til dawn.

(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday.)
Yes. (ooh-ooh)
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday.)

Et cest alors que supposement blesse par le commun des mortels,
[the remix contains the middle section:
Quen habit pourpre et net, de mes cendres fictions,
Pour lencore inconnu(e), attendu(e); ]
Je reserecte encore et encore.
Je reserecte encore et encore.

Hes on the phone and she wants to go home,
Shoes in hand, dont make a sound, its time to go

Ooh-ooh
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday.)
Yes. (ooh-ooh)
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday), someday.


. . .



Milan, when I was a kitten
We’d sit and sing old songs
Milan, when I was a kitten
We’d sit and sing old songs

In my head listening to windchimes
Married a fool, I know
In my head listening to windchimes
Married a fool, I know

Why on Earth didn’t I wait for you?
Now look and see who’s paying?
Why on Earth didn’t I wait for you?
Now look and see who’s paying?

Those days on Radio 1
Set in the East, who cares?
Those days on Radio 1
Set in the East, who cares?

Close all of the doors, Maisie
Make sure he knows I’m gone
Close all of the doors, Maisie
Make sure he knows I’m gone

Closed down over the ocean
Open the doors, fresh air
Closed down over the ocean
Open the doors, fresh air


. . .



She's an auburn haired girl
From a town of Spanish sand
And she whips through Junior High
With a radio in her hand

And she never talks to the country kids
She just moves with the times like her Mama did

And when she comes in the Spring
Her touch can do everything
'Cause she wears my ring
Oh, American records

She never looks at her watch
'Cause time's the clock of the heart
Her eyes who remember you're near
She sighs like a movie star

And under the boardwalk by the sea
With my baby is where I'll be


. . .



Ooh, / what are you thinking of? /
Boy, / what are you dreaming of? / (anyway,) /
I run around the streets to find you, /
Shout your name, I want to hold you, / (what are you thinking of? ) /
I run around the streets to find you, /
Shout your name, I want to hold you. /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /

Ooh, / what are you thinking of? /
Boy, / you're thinking about my love. / (anyway,) /
You're walking through my dreams at night, /
Losing all my appetite, oh no, / (what are you thinking of? ) /
You're walking through my dreams at night, /
Losing all my appetite, oh no, /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /
I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / baby, we're alright (alright, alright.) /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /
I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / baby, we're alright (alright, alright.)

Duppa duppa da, / duppa duppa da, /
Dup da, / dup da, /
[whistling] /
Dup da, / dup da...


. . .



He's gone, he's gone.


She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband.
Her pretty face is stained with tears.
And in her right hand she clasps a letter;
I know this means that he has gone.


And in this town of mis-guided tourists,
she never thought she'd fall in love.
It was a few days after her birthday,
The thrill hostess gave her first kiss.


He said her skin smelled just like petals,
said stupid things he knew she'd like.
She said her life was like a motorway:
Dull, grey, and long 'til he came along.


He's gone, he's gone.


I said "How could he ever leave you?
You two were good, you were so right."
She said "I wish that he just left me;
He'd be alive, alive tonight."


He's gone, he's gone.
He's gone, he's gone.
He's gone, he's gone.


. . .


George, he called to say that he'd be late
There's something on the TV around eight

If you could see me
And if you could see me, ooh
And if you could see me, ooh

Talk to you at night when you're asleep
I say I deserve better than this

If you could see me
And if you could see me, ooh
And if you could see me, ooh

Springtime came, George didn't care at all
No-one's broke my heart like this before

If you could see me
And if you could see me, ooh
and if you could see me, ooh

It's springtime

. . .


[This song has vocals, but not many real lyrics as such. A couple of phrases are distinguishable.]


Floating higher, / floating, floating, floating...

. . .



Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

All of his friends have been wondering /
Why he spent so long with her; /
He's so dark and moody, /
She is his sunshine girl. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

In the bed where they make love /
She's in a film on the sheets. /
He shows dreams like a movie, /
She's the softness of cinema seats. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

He sees all of the girls /
Like demi moore as she sighs. /
Dreams come true as he holds her, /
`til the x's come up in her eyes. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

Like roses grow in a churchyard, /
Her skin as white as the milk, /
Just like a sherpa tensing /
Under a manilla silk. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala...


. . .



Like four paper dolls
All heavy with sleep
They hold you like a baby
Your body so weak
They lay you on a white bed
Almost dead at 19
Like four paper dolls
All heavy with sleep

And with your blonde hair
All over my dress
Your heart had stopped beating
Your head on my chest
And I told you for the last time
That I loved you best
And with your blonde hair
All over my dress


. . .



I'll meet you past the great divide, yeah
Setting sail cross darkened dawn
Everybody wants something
And I want it all

Stars are calling
Goodnight, darling
Don't say goodbye
Stars are calling
Take the slow train
Don't say goodbye

Marble lions at the gates of Eden
Screaming songs to lull the rage
Let's raise a flag that has no colours
Release the Sun into the empty cathedral

Don’t say goodbye, darling
Don’t say goodbye


. . .

Cool Kids Of Death

[No lyrics]

. . .



Western wind, when will thou blow?
That the snow rain down nay rain
Oh, that my love were in my arms
And lie in my bed again


. . .

Tankerville

[No lyrics]

. . .

Boy Scouts Of America

[No lyrics]

. . .


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